We left Devin at the Omega institute in New York in the hands of good friends. We
were sad to lose him but glad that he received such a warm welcome by the staff
Devin will be working with for the rest of the summer. I cannot mimic Devin's
storytelling style, so I will not try. But I hope to capture some of those same
moments that have made impressions on us and that highlight the excitement of
the trip.
Monday, Bruce and I went to Boston. Bruce took the opportunity to visit
M.I.T., where he was graduate student “long long ago.” We discovered that it is
very difficult to navigate Boston
in a bus with Google maps. Bruce knew there were many low bridges in the area
and a large number of parkways that are “cars only.” The extensive tunnels that
move an amazing number of people in and out of Boston every day do no allow the GPS. System
to know where you are. Google maps decided to reset the map to middle of Massachusetts when we
were underground. The streets are so tightly packed that it is easy for the GPS
to confuse which street we were on with an adjacent street and told us to make
impossible turns. Google maps firmly believed we could make u-turns at will,
and the bus had a turning radius of a compact car. This was far more apparent
on our way out of town when Google maps did all of these things in quick
succession, always rerouting us to roads that were cars only. Fortunately
Bruce's thirty-year-old memory of Boston's
roads prevailed.
Between our ingress and egress to and from the city of Boston, we had the most
amazing weather. We also found out that it is easy to park a bus in Boston at least if you
know about the autopark. The Museum
of Science doesn't allow
buses to park on site, but they do have directions for where to find bus
parking. This information was not easily found anywhere else in my search of
the internet, so I thank the content manager of the Museum of Science
web-page. Having parked the bus a stone's throw from Bunker
Hill, we rode our bikes right past ignoring its tourist appeal. Likewise
the U.S.S. Constitution was just around the corner, but we pedaled our way over
to M.I.T. Bruce grew nostalgic as we wandered the halls, and stories poured
forth both while cycling and walking around the campus. One story that made the
already ebullient Professor Bayly light up was the one about a prank measuring
the Massachusetts Ave Bridge over the Charles River in Smoots (The length of
Oliver Smoot who was supposedly to inebriated to notice his fraternity brothers
moving him along the bridge and marking off his lengths in chalk) where it was
364.4 Smoots plus or minus an ear, which was part of the great lore of M.I.T.
pranks that he learned of on his first week on campus.
We found our way to the food trucks outside the medical
center where many years ago Bruce said there was one falafel truck and “it
wasn't very good, but it was close and it was the only one.” We had a chickpea fritter sandwich (Yes I
think that is falafel, but they called it a chickpea fritter sandwich) and
rosemary fries from Clover. The food was great in scale and flavor. One
sandwich easily fed us both.
There are many stories to tell, but it has grown late, and
another day will soon be upon us. I must say thanks to: our host at M.I.T,
Bruce's former student Martin Bazant who allowed us to sit in on a lecture on
ion particle dynamics in an quasi-neutral medium, and Anne Tisdale-Ashford and
Jonathan Ashford who opened their home to us, plied us with food and drink,
told wonderful stories and introduced us to new friends and future scientists. Tomorrow
the physics factory rides again with an event at the Shady
Hill School
in Cambridge, MA.
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